she suggested that i write a novel, when

i noted that she walked briskly to the post

box, dressed suitably.

i do not copy plagiarise

or write about my friends.

on consideration the issue i had with shampoo

may have started in my youth. she said soap

was good enough for me. i found it sticky and


they decided on the children’s home as

if it was true regarding my worth.

last week i bought a pleasant blend, decanted

into a special bottle

like an elixir.

i also bought soap.

just now a helicopter flew low.

i saw the pilot.